Alfred F Jones was a hero. A wall of justice against terror and evil...
Right?
Heroes don't get jealous, don't get scared or nervous. Heroes fight the world's wrongs and win!
He was a hero.
The hero.
So why did he feel all the things heroes aren't meant to feel?
Why was he feeling this way at the sight of the newly independent Commonwealth Of Australia taking his seat at the conference table!?
Why were his palms suddenly sweaty, his mouth dry and his head desperately dizzy when those green eyes crinkled slightly as he smiled happily?
No.
A hero shouldn't dwell on the past...but fight for the future.
So...why won't the past leave him alone!?
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It's funny how quickly emotions change...
Funny and cruel.
Emotions were stupid.
"I want to introduce you all to my newest Colonies, my...'sons'." England spoke the word uncomfortably, like it was an awfully awkward and privet statement not spoken in polite conversation. It wasn't, but the whole introducing his family situation in front of other powerful nations was...unsettling. France leaned back with a scoff.
"Ah, Le children you have hidden away from us for so long! Excellent!" He sung with approval and a clap of his hands.
America agreed, it had been a long time since he had met one of England's Colonies- Australia, a wide eyed young lad whom he connected with only briefly. He had not seen hide nor hair of him since...almost 130 years...wow.
Wait, did he say 'sons'?
As in...two?
The Brit stood up the front of the conference table, straight and formal in his uniform as the rest of Allies listened causally. They had all gathered in the wake of the oncoming World War, and were intent on sharing knowledge and assets with one another in order to prove their strengths and power.
A glorified pissing contest really, but still, a pissing contest England felt had to take part in non the less. The great heavy doors to the conference room opened slightly with a light squeak of the hinges and a young pale man shuffled in, his green eyes downcast politely and hands tucked in his red uniform pockets as he strode over to stand straight next to the British empire.
"This is New Zealand." He announced as all eyes fell on the small boy, he looked to be about 15 of age and very small and thin; he had unruly light brown hair that curled in an unusual way that oddly reminded America of a fluffy sheep...weird. He smiled at the other countries cheerfully but dared not speak out of place before England continued with a crisp clear of his throat.
"And, while slightly overdue, I'd like to finally and formally introduce-
The Brit was cut off as the wooden conference doors flew open with a bang. Everyone jumped in surprise, China and France jumping up at the ready- intent on fighting whatever threat dared to attack them at their own meeting. It wasn't their enemy that marched in guns blazing as everyone had expected however, but instead a young athletic looking young man of about 17, tall with lightly muscled arms. He had a wicked grin on his sun tanned face, his bright green eyes twinkling with mirth and mischief.
"Australia!" England hissed, face flushed slightly Crimson with anger and embarrassment at the rash and unrefined behaviour of his own 'son'. Honestly, he had been such a well behaved, well disciplined child of Britain in his youth, but as he grew and England's attention was divided between the arrival of New Zealand and the outbreak of many different wars and crises everything began to change.
His once tamed wild side began to reemerge. It started with more and more loud, informal outbursts of unwanted option; which then soon quickly lead to the use of small slag and the butchering of the great English language. Then to the playing of odd musical instruments and that godforsaken love for dangerous animals. He had tried so hard to reeducate him, he still does- but what was worse was this ungentlemanly behaviour was beginning to have its effects on his youngest Colony, and he refused to have New Zealand dragged down by unruly behaviour. It was unacceptable, misbehaviour!
And Australia would stay well behaved if he knew what was good for him, because for now he was still a British Colony; no matter how close he was to full maturation or independence.
And he was so close.
Too close in fact, England could tell by his brash change in actions and personality, in fact he almost reminded him of America when he had finally matured. That sudden longing for attention or touch, the sudden disobedience (though Australia was disobedient at the best of times), the masturbation...dear sweet lord above, the masturbation! Never had England washed bed sheets so often in his long, long life. Not even when the boys' went through puberty!
It was all pointed to one thing, so he knew what was coming next.
And because he loved his 'son', a distant if not cold type of love- but love all the same, England was preparing to take the necessary next steps in his development.
Just like he did for Alfred.
Better him then some other unloving, unrefined country...
Australia sauntered in and took his place standing next to his younger brother, who gave him a pointed stare that threatened a punch in the arm if he did not listen and behave. So he did (New Zealand could punch hard when he wanted to), he shoved his hands into the shallow pockets of his crinkled brown uniform and nodded his greeting to all the staring countries. His face broke out into a grin when he spotted a familiar face, their was no doubt about it! He may be dressed differently and have glasses now, but that was defiantly the face of America! Dads younger, more 'heroic' brother if he remembered correctly.
He remembered, they had met only briefly, but it was a day he would never forget for as long as he lived.
It was the day he had met someone who was free of England's rule. Free.
America smiled back as England continued to address the other countries to his current plans and strategies for the upcoming War.
Honestly, Australia wasn't listening, his bright green eyes were too busy watching America's listening face with odd fascination. He didn't remember him being so handsome all those years ago...he was so...so...tall and muscular...really handsome in fact. Australia looked at all the other Nations who all sat in their respected places, listening carefully, their eyes all trained on the Brit. He knew them all only by Country name and late night history lessons. But they were ALL kinda handsome...in their own way. How weird for him to notice.
Russia was tall and larger set, his skin a beautifully white as snow. China was slender and tall, his eyes a sea of deep rich chocolate. France was breathtaking to him, to say the least; his blond wavy hair so silky and his eyes memorising. Heck, as of late, he had been catching himself staring at even England for long ass periods of time during study sessions. He had never noticed until Zea had pointed it out one day while doing their chores in the garden (Dad had made them start cleaning their own bedsheets for some reason), causing him to just laugh it off as blaming the distracting eyebrows.
Australia shuffled uncomfortably, fidgeting with his uniform pockets like a bored teenager.
He was a bored teenager!
But it was all true, he had began feeling the strangest urges as of late to touch...hold and dare say kiss other, older nations...
Not just like the feeling of puberty and hormones and all that shit like when his physical body grew.
He had already experienced that disaster zone called 'growing up'; no, and it wasn't that urge to kiss a pretty Shiela (an experience he had never had the pleasure of doing thanks to Arthur...and the extreme lack of girls in his gentlemanly life...none in fact), it was more like a desperate growing need to appeal sexually available/ desirable to other, older Nations.
Sometimes it was unbearable... He could count on both hands and a foot how many times he had almost wrestled Scotland to the ground and kissed the older, handsome bastard when he visited the house for business or lessons.
But he dared not mention his worries to Arthur, in fear of being punished for such unsavoury desires and thoughts. He briefly started to wonder if what he felt was even normal... was it normal? Or was he just super messed up...?
Was he sick?
New Zealand said he felt totally normal...
Then why older nations? Why did he experience uncontrollable feeling of lust late at night when he though of that Pommy bastard sleeping in the master bedroom down the hall...
Why did he find himself touching himself in the darkness in the latest hours of the night to the thoughts of being ravished by someone like Canada...
It's Canada! Why!?
At first he was so scared and confused when it first occurred, he didn't understand at all which was most terrifying, but now he had learnt to live with it and suffer in silence. But it was getting harder to do with each passing day and every new responsibility England placed on his ever evolving country.
And now that he has met these older, powerful countries, things could only get worst...
He knew he had to act soon or he felt like he would explode!
"...and that's my conclusion, thank you." England finished with a proper bow. "I suggest we take a break to allow such ideas and strategies to be contemplated further before we agree upon a satisfactory conclusion."
The room agreed in unison.
Then like that, the meeting was over quickly and everyone stood, sorting documents. A casual feeling of comradeship swept over the conference room, washing away the serious nature of the meetings original purpose.
Australia quickly found New Zealand and himself being pulled into new conversations with open arms and friendly smiles. France clasped his shoulder affectionately while Russia smiled sweetly and ruffled his brown hair a little too roughly. They all wanted to know about the two, about where they are from, what they like to do, what they thought about 'Daddy' England!
They didn't answer that last question, they were far too old for a spanking...though the idea wasn't completely unappealing...
Australia relished in every small touch on his over sensitive skin, his nerves set alight like small scorching hot, terribly pleasurable flames that licked and burnt their way under his flesh each time he was smiled upon, each time the older nations hugged or laughed his way.
At this point, he couldn't care less who it was, he just needed someone to take him, touch him...make him breathless.
What was happening!?
It was all too much!, the touches and close quarters of this Nations were going to surely kill him. His head was starting to feel dizzy and light, his legs wobbled slightly as the bones inside decided to reduced themselves to jelly. Australia felt himself stumble backwards slightly when France touched his cheek affectionately before he was captured by a large, supportive gloved hand on the nape of his neck that steadied him firmly in place and did not make any such effort to release its grip.
"Hey dude!" Came the energetic and familiar greeting from the solid body close behind him. "Long time no see! You got big!" The happy voice laughed loudly as Australia lifted his head and strained his neck to look up and back at Alfred with a flushed expression. The way his gloved hand kinda curled and squeezed supportively on the nape of his exposed neck(slightly under his uniform collar which made touch feel beautifully scandalous), catching some ends of his soft chocolate brown hair which tugged slightly.
God it felt amazing.
If he wasn't about to faint before, it was inevitable now- he was just glad someone was already supporting him or he would surely fall to the floor in a breathless heap.
The United States of America was a towering Country indeed, he stood at least 2 heads taller then the young colony- though for how long was uncertain, Australia was still growing after all...
"Goo..Gooda..G'day m-man...mate" Australia finally breathed in heated reply and their eyes met; the two men sharing an intense look that took them both by surprise.
It was innocent enough...or at least it should have been. But what was meant to be a stare of estranged welcome and reconciliation was quickly warped into a pleading, mutually attracted gaze of secret, bubbling desire and want.
An invitation perhaps?
Australia did not know what he was inviting the older man to do (he had an idea of what he wanted of course), and America was surprised to find himself reciprocating the stare with so much easy it was kind of unnerving to the big Hero. Of course their oddly interment position of Australia's smaller back to broad, firm chest didn't quite help.
A wave of electricity ran down the Colony's spine and he shivered in delighted pleasure, making Alfred's lips part slightly in a silent gasp.
The whole ordeal seemed to go completely unnoticed by the other countries surrounding them as they all seemed to have turned their attention to New Zealand.
They didn't care if the had noticed...it's just a stare, an indescribable, passing look of familiarity that promised distant intense passion, wet hot moans into the pillow and curling toes as unbearable pleasure short circuits his nerves ...
Yep totally innocent.
Their shared gaze lasted all too long but was ever so fleeting at the same time and soon enough they separated as England stepped in to collect his 'children' and leave the conference with polite farewells and a charming excuse.
As the Brit dragged them to the door in an attempt to get out while things were sane, New Zealand waved and called goodbye politely to the group. Australia was oddly silent- his eyes seemed locked with America with curious fascination on what had just transpired between them. It was unexplainable and as the great wooden doors closed and those miraculous blue orbs where lost from his longing sight, something was suddenly made clear.
He may not know what's happening to his body or why his emotions where so weird; he may never know and England may never tell him. But he did know that something was defiantly going on, and something had just happened back there that made him feel both scared and more alive and at peace then he had felt in many decades.
So it was decided. Australia was going to find Alfred alone some time over the next 3 days while the Allies conference was running and get some answers. Maybe even find a solution.
Lucky for him, he didn't have to wait long at all!
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Second Chapter down! What is gonna happen!?
What are your thoughts on what will happen next!?
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Warning: Next Chapter Contains Graphic Sexual Content.